Bonny

A veces se reía pensando en todo el potencial desperdiciado, estaba seguro de que eso no podía ser algo malo. Él era capaz, con todo lo que conlleva esa palabra; capaz de un sinfín de cosas por realizar, de cosas que nunca fueron. Y le resonaba esa frase: “sólo sos tan magnífico, como la última gran cosa que hiciste”. Puntos suspensivos. A veces no es cuestión de merecer.

I spend the days of my vanity

I'm lost in heaven and I'm lost to earth
Didn't give you minutes, not even moments
All my life in a tower of foil
Shaded feelings, I don't believe you

When you were there before my eyes
No one planned it, took it for granted

I count the hours since you slipped away
I count the hours that I lie awake
I count the minutes and the seconds too
All I stole and I took from you

But Bonny, don't live at home
Bonny, don't live at home

Words don't hold you, broken soldiers

All my silence and my strained respect
Missed chances and the same regrets
Kiss the thief and you save the rest
All my insights from retrospect

But Bonny, don't live at home
Bonny, don't live at home

I count the hours since you slipped away
I count the hours that I lie awake
I count the minutes and the seconds too
All I stole and I took from you

But Bonny, don't live at home
Bonny, don't live at home

But Bonny, don't live at home
Bonny, don't live at home

But Bonny, don't live at home
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